Over the weekend I found that I had a rather significant urge to go up into the mountains and do some hiking. I originally planned on going Sunday afternoon after getting off work at 1500. It wasn't until I started looking for local hikes around Logan that I realized that this wasn't going to work. It appears that with the exceptions of Wind Caves and Crimson trail (both of which I've done millions of times) basically every official hike around Logan is around 6-7 miles long. A little bit long to be starting at four or later in the afternoon when the sun sets around 7-8. So instead I did my hiking today. I chose the White Pine Lake trail mainly because it's a lake...and I like water. :)
The trail fascinated me. It wound up and around a mountain peak and then dropped down into a valley where the lake sat. At only one time I was in quaking aspen forest, pine tree forest, or large meadows. I regretted not having done this hike a couple of weeks ago. All of the meadows were covered with flower buds from which the petals had fallen off. A couple of weeks ago the meadows must have been splattered with color. I'll have to come up here next August to look. Some flowers survived.
About halfway through the hike I ran into a flock of sheep. I found them initially interesting; then very annoying. A hundred or so sheep BAAAA-BAAAAAing around me isn't exactly the relaxing soundtrack that I was desiring. The sheep would start to run in mass whenever I would get close to them taking the path of least resistance. AKA they ran down the trail. A uninvolved observer would have found it hilarious I think. Hiker approaches sheep...sheep run 25 yards down the trail...hiker approaches sheep....sheep run 25 yards down the trail....repeated some 15 times
The lake itself was beautiful. Water constantly rippled from the wind. Lots of blues and greens speckled the surface of the water. Even a couple of fishes jumped out of the water to say hello to me.
I stayed around the lake for about an hour reading a book, pondering, and writing before I headed back. It felt good I should do it more often.
About halfway through the hike I ran into a flock of sheep. I found them initially interesting; then very annoying. A hundred or so sheep BAAAA-BAAAAAing around me isn't exactly the relaxing soundtrack that I was desiring. The sheep would start to run in mass whenever I would get close to them taking the path of least resistance. AKA they ran down the trail. A uninvolved observer would have found it hilarious I think. Hiker approaches sheep...sheep run 25 yards down the trail...hiker approaches sheep....sheep run 25 yards down the trail....repeated some 15 times
The lake itself was beautiful. Water constantly rippled from the wind. Lots of blues and greens speckled the surface of the water. Even a couple of fishes jumped out of the water to say hello to me.
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